The Lightning Strike

The howl, for Nanuk, was unnecessary. When Tonravik ventured like this, the white creature would usually find her, check in, hang around, and then go about her way. This evening was different, a tingling sort of energy thrumming just under her skin. It had been a build up; the prey had moved on, even from the island in the lake, and she had seen birds flying away from the nearby forest in droves. Something was off and it seemed that both she and Tonravik knew it. 

Coming up on her side, she woofed quietly, gold eyes all for the brewing storm on the horizon. Was this the reason the world had gone silent? It was possible, but she was not the weather expert. When Iqniq joined them, surely he would have some form of wisdom about this. Kroc said nothing, pressing her shoulder against her leader's in a show of support. I am here. I am strong. Together, we are stronger. When Iqniq arrived, they would be stronger still. And they would survive.